“Pride of the peach tree/ Sticky juice and liquid smiles/ Impish children flee”
“her bed of roses | smell of an early autumn | his lips to wake her”
“i never said it, // convinced you would laugh in my // face. the music played”
“Space is always going to be the place. We need rocket-ports in every city, all spraying out into the wild green yonder”
“There is something missing here - like forgetting how to breathe, how to grasp the things I want to hold. And how to write.”
“I discovered on Discovery/this is your week/documentary profiling predators/preying upon the meek/Shark Week/I thought of you”
“Masking tape my mouth / Write your pains with a sharpee / Slowly peel back screams”
“eighth floor meeting room voices / hum and buzz ideas / I think sea and sky”
“The poetry of playing with your children in the afternoon”
“monday’s to do: buy backpack and decent travel guidebook. came back with lewis carroll and victorian poetry instead”
